Chapter 112: The Secret of Dongmyo

Near Dongmyo Station.

It was a place famous for second-hand goods, especially clothing. It also became known through members shopping for used clothes on a certain variety show.

The antiques sold here were also closer to vintage items than historical relics.

“Not Dongmyo Station, but Dongmyo Station?”

The Demon God tilted his head.

He doesn’t know well because he has no occasion to ride the subway, but he knows station names are usually decided by place names. But to add ‘front’ to it.

“Sun-woo isn’t used to Korean yet, so it must be even more confusing. There are a lot of these, right?”

Beside him, an excited Zion answered lightly.

His tension was high thanks to having cast Sun-woo.

“Indeed. Was it called ‘usage’? When I interrogated the Korean lesson instructors, they soon quit.”

“…….”

Why interrogate them.

Zion ended up becoming solemn.

“To be interrogated by you, Sun-woo…. Are they okay?”

“Hm? They all said they were advancing to doctoral programs. Saying they felt the desire for growth or something.”

“Oh dear.”

They went back to graduate school?

It’s a conclusion where it’s unknown whether it’s a good thing or not.

Zion had an older brother among his relatives who became a scholar.

That brother didn’t show his face often, and when he occasionally appeared, he looked completely sickly. He felt like a spirit right before dissipation.

“What is a doctoral program? Does it mean the process of accumulating more knowledge?”

“Yeah. I heard they sacrifice their youth in return.”

“Is that so? Knowledge is infinite, but youth is finite, is it not?”

“They probably get as much as they sacrificed.”

“Hmph. Humans frequently make foolish choices despite having finite lifespans.”

The Demon God decided to neatly forget about the graduate students.

“Rather than that, try speaking about today’s self-produced content. A personal vlog?”

Zion also forgot about the graduate students and stepped up to explain the content.

“Right. It’s just a video content filming daily life. That doesn’t mean it’s too daily life, though. With the feeling of showing a slightly embellished version.”

Most vlogs are filmed with the feeling of ‘the cool me doing ~’.

“Then it wouldn’t be daily life, would it?”

“It’s an implicit agreement between the idol and the fans.”

“If so, then it could be.”

If the fans say so, then so be it.

The Demon God nodded.

“We have to walk a bit because we’re going around the Dongmyo antique stalls, is that much okay?”

“Of course.”

That way is better.

The Demon God’s purposes were two.

He is pursuing new experiences for the cognition and expression of various emotions. In that context, he acquires the experience of touring Dongmyo.

Simultaneously, he looks for the cursed bracelet.

He heard Lua’s counselor bought the cursed bracelet at Dongmyo.

When he went to the healing center, he tried to meet him, but there was only an uncomfortable presence and he couldn’t meet him.

It could just be passed over like that, but.

The Demon God is the Demon God.

He instinctively felt something abnormal and carefully preserved it in a corner of his memory.

It’s not something to go around looking for while putting aside his busy main job.

But it’s also not something to pass by when such an opportunity arises.

“You guys don’t do vlogs much, huh?”

Zion scattered the Demon God’s brief thoughts with a question.

“Come to think of it, it would be good for us to try it later too. What kind of daily life shall we show, fufufufu.”

“…….”

Zion questioned whether he had brought up something unnecessary.

So he quickly turned his head away from the question.

“Now, let’s go! A small daily outing with a friend!”

***

The customers of Dongmyo were on the older side.

Young people were occasionally seen, but most people visiting Dongmyo during the day on a weekday had no interest in idols.

Thanks to this, the Demon God and Zion could also roam around relatively freely.

“This looks like a fake, though?”

“Eh-hey, what kind of talk is that? Take a close look!”

Stalls with goods spread out on cloth or boxes laid on the ground.

Used books, magazines, LPs, and such were spread out, and occasionally cracked ceramics or Buddha statues were seen.

Voices of people haggling were heard from here and there.

“Will you dissipate? Or will you ascend on your own?”

A somewhat heterogeneous comment was mixed in….

Naturally, it was words spoken by the Demon God.

“Sun-woo, are you talking to a ceramic right now?”

The Demon God was glaring piercingly at a quite intact ceramic.

“No. There is such a thing.”

It was words spoken to the wicked thing attached to the ceramic.

The guy trembled in fear and fell off on its own.

And that moment, the ceramic broke with a shattering sound.

“Oh my, why is this like this! You there, what did you just do?”

“I merely looked at it?”

Because he really only looked, the merchant had nothing to say even if he wanted to protest.

What if he knew the reality?

He would have been rather thankful. Wicked things inevitably give bad influences to their surroundings. If the ceramic hadn’t sold for a long time, the fortune of the merchant who had it would have been twisted, and if it sold, it wouldn’t have been good for the buyer.

“Can I broadcast this as a vlog….”

Letting Zion’s muttering flow past his ears.

“Next.”

The Demon God moved on to the next without delay.

“D-Don’t come! You there, do not come here!”

The merchant of the next stall waved his hand, but there was no way the Demon God would listen to such words.

The Demon God glared at a Buddha statue.

Actually, it was a strange divine statue with a distorted expression to be called a Buddha statue.

“You saw, right? Dissipation? Ascension?”

The wicked thing attached to the divine statue quickly gave up. Goodbye, this world. It left for the place it should have gone to in the first place.

Poof.

Like the departing spirit, the divine statue turned into dust.

“Gasp. What on earth did you do?”

The merchant grabbed his head.

“It was an item that should have disappeared originally.”

“What are you saying! Do you know how much I paid for this!”

“That is due to your lack of an eye for it.”

“Gah.”

The merchant who had opened a stall in front of Dongmyo for a long time grabbed the back of his neck.

A spike in blood pressure is now almost at the level of the Demon God’s unique Authority.

“Um, Sun-woo? We’re supposed to be filming our small daily life.”

Zion said with a tired voice.

To call it small, too many merchants had already gathered around.

Not only antique merchants but even other merchants had come to see the strange spectacle.

“It’s that young man!”

“Whenever he stops by a stall, an antique shatters one by one, geez!”

“What is he doing? Smashing them on the ground?”

“No? He only glares at them, I tell you?”

“Huh? How does it become like that just by glaring?”

The Demon God paid no mind as always.

He just spoke quietly.

“Next.”

““Hiiiik!””

The merchants were appalled.

This won’t do. He’s breaking one per stall.

His momentum is so vigorous it’s hard to even stop him.

Because he’s the Demon God.

“Look here, young man. Why on earth are you doing this to us.”

“It is merely a kind of hobby.”

The fun of threatening and dissipating wicked things is quite something. Of course, so far they have all chosen self-ascension, though.

“A hobby, you say. While breaking our capital? And why is your speech short again?”

Then Zion urgently intervened.

“Sun-woo is from overseas. He is not used to Korean culture.”

“Is that so? But his condition itself is a bit….”

“Strange, right? That’s just how he originally is.”

“Ah, originally like that?”

The camera in Zion’s hand was capturing this conversation well.

The Demon God also newly recognized the camera.

“Zion, vlog filming is more fun than I thought.”

“Really? Then that’s a relief. Even though it’s different from my expectations.”

“Cheer up. There are still many stalls left.”

The complexions of the merchants who hadn’t been hit yet turned pale.

At this rate, it was a crisis of having to pack up their stalls and leave, or lose their goods.

Eventually, it reached the point where the merchants’ side offered a negotiation.

“Young man, is there anything you want? If there is, I’ll give it to you, so please go back.”

“Something I want?”

As if there would be such a thing—

“Ah, if so.”

“Oh! Is there something?”

“There is an item I am looking for.”

“Try explaining it!”

Since it turned out like this anyway, the Demon God described the bracelet he had broken.

A blue color similar to bronze.

Slightly pressed marks arranged regularly like a clock.

There were no other particular patterns.

Hearing the explanation, the merchants whispered among themselves.

“Anyone know?”

“I dunno.”

“What about you?”

“Tsk, I don’t know either?”

The Demon God narrowed his eyes.

“If you do not know, to the next—”

“Wait a momeeent!”

One of the merchants shouted.

“Try going over there once.”

The place he pointed to with his finger wasn’t a regular stall, but a shop that had properly hung a signboard.

Of course, that signboard wasn’t a shop name but [Buying and Selling Antiques], but still, it was a signboard.

“That house knows the most around here. So go there and ask.”

But the surrounding merchants tilted their heads.

“Look here? Didn’t the owner pass away a while ago?”

“His son is taking over instead. Being young, what would he know.”

The merchant who pointed at the shop waved his finger.

“No. I tell you the son is better? He knows a lot too.”

Saying so, he continued to urge the Demon God.

“Over there. Try going over there.”

“Hmph, if you are buying time to run away, I will not let it slide.”

“…….”

It was unknown what and how he wouldn’t let slide regarding the stall merchants.

However, the merchants trembled at an unidentifiable ominousness.

Those words are not a lie. We must not make an enemy of that young man.

“Why did this happen to us….”

At the moment the merchants folded their thoughts of running away.

The Demon God looked back at Zion.

“Let us go.”

“Y-Yeah. Even though I don’t know what we’re looking for.”

“So do you dislike it?”

“No? It’s fun.”

Just as the Demon God is the Demon God, Zion was Zion too.

He knew how to enjoy this process where chaos arrives due to the Demon God.

Eventually, the two opened the door of the antique shop and entered.

Creak—

The old wooden door was pushed inside with the sound of hinges.

“Oh.”

The Demon God’s eyes shone as soon as he entered.

“Wow, even to me who doesn’t know well, the items here are different?”

Zion also admired.

Especially, the antiques inside the display case attached to the front wall caught their eyes.

They didn’t look older than the vintage items of the stalls they passed by.

Yet, a more antique feeling emanated from them.

“Welcome. Young customers, I see.”

With a greeting, a man who seemed to be the owner came out from inside.

Hearing that the owner had passed away and a young owner succeeded him, they thought of someone in their 20s or 30s, but the one who actually came out was a man in his 40s.

Perhaps the deceased previous owner was quite old.

“Take a look around.”

Seeing the Demon God and Zion, he seemed to think they just visited for sightseeing.

“There is an item I am looking for. Other merchants told me to try coming here.”

“He is from overseas. Please do not mind his speech.”

The Demon God announced the reason for their visit, and Zion announced the Demon God’s condition.

“Ah, really? The others directed you here? What kind of item is it?”

Hearing that they came recommended by other merchants, the owner took a more focused attitude.

The Demon God described the appearance of the bracelet again.

The last recommended place.

Will the current owner, who is said to be more knowledgeable than the previous owner, know about the bracelet?

However.

“Hoh, I don’t know about that.”

What returned was a negative answer.

“Is that so.”

“They say everyone recommended this place, this is shameful.”

He truly seemed not to know.

“Sun-woo. I think we have to give up now? No one knows the item you’re looking for.”

What happened.

He heard he bought it at Dongmyo, but all the antique merchants in Dongmyo say they don’t know.

“I see. There is not a single person who knows.”

The Demon God also nodded.

However, contrary to his words, he went further inside the shop.

“Zion, stay here for a moment.”

“?”

Reaching a secluded spot inside the shop, the Demon God faced an empty wall.

He says all the antique merchants don’t know.

However, there is one condition attached here.

Namely, the condition of being ‘alive’.

“If there is no person who knows, I just have to ask a spirit who knows.”

It was a spirit that had been standing as if dead from the moment the Demon God stepped into the shop.

Of course it was dead, but it was standing even more as if dead.

And facing the wall, at that.

“Turn around.”

The Demon God commanded without hesitation.

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